Although you might not recognize the name Russell Mulcahy, you almost definitely would recognize his work. Especially if, like me, you grew up in the 80s. Because Mulcahy directed over 400 music videos during the decade. I spoke with Mulcahy about how that journey began. From directing the first ever music video that appeared on MTV to regularly working with the likes of Duran Duran, Billy Joel and Elton Joel. And then, of course, we chatted about what it was like to make Alec Baldwin a superhero.

It’s a crazy, mixed up world and we are thankful for movies, sans New Moon, that offer proof. Weekend Weirdness cocks its disoriented, nappy head to examine such flicks, whether in the form of a new trailer for a provocative indie, a review, or news of an excavated cult classic. The works discussed herein tend to make cinema a little more interesting, and in the best and worst cases do the same for life. In this installment: a doc on Norwegian black metal; a doc on the first Asian member of the Black Panthers; a forgotten Dennis Hopper outlaw flick from Down Under; and a dumb-catchy rap song from the Sudan about movies, birds and popcorn.

With the possible exception of Forever21-styled country music a la Taylor Swift, no other music genre is as stigmatized and sensationalized by acts of church burning and murda as Norwegian black metal. The documentary, Until the Light Takes Us, is a dedicated and almost clinical look at how Norway’s black metal scene was permanently transformed—and magnified—in the early ’90s by what are now infamous acts of violence and rebellion.

History books say that Australia was founded by criminals, crabs and derelicts, so why shouldn’t the land’s cinema reflect such ribald and humble beginnings? The new documentary, Not Quite Hollywood, takes a look at ’70s/’80s “Ozploitation” (what a sweet word) from the eyes of endless players (Jamie Lee Curtis, George Miller, George Lazenby) and admirers—yeah, you just knew that Quentin Tarantino would be available to tell you how it be and how it used to be. When it comes to docs like this (btw: you must Netflix Z-Channel!), QT’s that lone guy in the theater whenever you walk in 25-mins early.

The NQH trailer overfloweth with priceless Fango-gasm gore, supple eroticism, and the always lovely Stacy Keach saying “rape” and pontificating about his and Curtis’s 1981 hitchhiker thriller gem Roadgames. I’ve seen a lot of B-movies, but I’m not sure just how much altered-state Aussie celluloid has floated through my brain over the years. Off the bat, I’d recommend seeing Peter’s Weir’s mindfuck, The Last Wave, and recommend knowing about (but not seeing) the only killer feral pig movie, Razorback—sounds great, I know, but it plays like a neverending Duran Duran video. Also: you pretty much see all of the feral pig footage in that entire film in this trailer. All in all, this is a colorful-looking doc from sometime director Mark Hartley. Film history, for your health.